OK, picture it ... you pull up in your car after 10:30PM on a Sunday night, knowing that your chance of running into a muggle is low. All of a sudden to your right, the glow of a flashlight... another cacher?
You stay in your car and watch. All of a sudden, the woman who placed the flashlight on the ground by the backlane starts to dance. Slowly she waltzes by herself, wearing a mask and black leotards.
You get out of your car to find clear sky to retrieve the satellite signal that you've lost. The woman can't see you any more because you're on the same side of the street as her. In the distance, you hear music coming from Old Market Square. After 5 minutes of trying to acquire a signal, you realize that the music is getting closer.
You turn to see a man pulling a little red wagon with a stereo system in the back... the source of the music. Behind him are about 20 people in various states of dress. Some in long flowing gowns with masks, some men in top hats with Dickensian jackets and long canes. As they pass slowly, one woman says "Hello, Danielle!"
You're spooked a little ... until you remember that when you're not geocaching and not working, you're one of them ... a theatre person... "Hi" says you. You put your GPSr to your ear to get that "phone call" ... adding to the theatrics. As they pass the back lane, they all stop to admire the woman dancing in the flash light.
The last couple to pass are dressed in street clothes. "Hi Danielle!" "Hi Hugh". The man with the wagon turns the corner and the music drifts off into the night. The woman with the flashlight stops dancing and disappears down the dark alleyway.
Time to start caching, but you cannot keep a signal. Thinking that you're getting closer to the cache, you hear the music getting louder. Time to give up the ghost. Heading back to Old Market Square, several people were dancing in silver clothes covered in clear plastic.
Where is Fellini when you need him?
Will try this again another time. This will be exponentially hard in July when the Fringe has started. (Winnipeg International Fringe Festival July 19-30, 2006)
Here endeth the longest cache entry I've ever written.